Pumpkin pie and Jesus Christ, Oh your the apple of my eye. I wonder what this could turn into love. Good ol' kids living the dream, running from things we don't believe. Oh everything's legal if we're not caught. But deep inside below the lies, is something that I can't describe, telling me that I'm still not enough. So as punks do, we say fuck you! and move forward towards pending doom, pretending to be something that we're not. I don't know what the fucks up, but we're too cool to give a fuck, so let's keep running towards what we don't know. The world is shit, and I'm a kid, and I could give a fuck bout it, so why can't I let this dumb feeling go? Run Ok wait, that must of been, something down deep we're repressing. I'm still to cool to ever give a fuck. So let's do drugs and hold it in. We'll find that spouse that's been missing, and maybe she'll think that I'm enough. But who is we and who's talking? I thought my mind was just for me. I better grab a cold one to cool off. Hey life gets weird, just listen here. It's just what your subconscious fears, and maybe you should double your Zoloft. I'm not a kid. I'm losing it, and tolerance is such a bitch. We must of lost our mind along the way. Life is shit, we're over it. Well there's a gun, Let's pull the trig. It must be the only way to escape. Done Well, the good news is, Someone who lives, is truly looking out for me. He destroyed the voice, that killed my choice, and taught me to believe. Don't give up, look up.

There isn't a conversation. No look in her eye. Accidents make me smile, but her petals make me cry. Angie's death was suddenly, the only thing alive. Radiant with energy, it must of been our time. Anne, don't you understand? You put me in a place, where I just can't be a man. Picked to be, from a blooming family. Cut up, dried, and out to die. It's just not mean't to be. And I'm trying not to stay. Fate keeps telling me to wait. Can we go back to outer space, before the last petal flakes? Two feet off the ground to die. I could hold my breath, but why? Seems to be, but she's my sound. Lost track of sight, took to the pound. Made me a Sinatra man, but now I'm crying oh Anne! Woah Anne. Oh Anne. Shit-cah! Shit-cah! Little surprise. See her looming through the night. Look sad, but viscious, oh starting a fight. Overwhelming love from cannibal eyes. Lovely, I'm still waiting for a call. Shane fell off? Oh that's right, she's a drug, and he gets high. Must be genes, no feeling inside. Another case of the lover's delight. Baby, is it time to withdrawal?

Girl, catch this hook, to the crowd. I hope you don't mind, I'm a clown, living at rock bottom with my friends. Feel a little beat, to beat on the speed, cah! Feel a little beat, to beat on the speed, cah! I'm living at rock bottom. I'm living out my days, like I don't got a problem. Let's try and find a way.... out! Crawling through the streets, on one last hoorah. "It was nice to meet," she said, "but you seem a little off." Blessed to the loved, but I'm falling off. "All hail the queen," I said with a bloody cough. You can swim after dark, but the death of an ego will never come, my love. I'm living at rock bottom. I'm living out my days, like I don't got a problem. Let's try and find a way, to all make an illusion. A mirage for the times. A colorful solution, to hypnotize our minds. I'm living at rock bottom. I could use a sign to tell me, what I'm really supposed to do. I can't feel, but when I feel, I feel like, I've been feeling you. I think crazy things. I smoke hazy things. I buy cigarettes by coinstar, with my pocket change. Rock bottom, cuz we're out of love. It's easier, to live like a bum. Rock bottom, cuz we're out of love. It's easier, to live like were dumb.

Driving, flashing people with my lights off. Pirate, Captain Hook with a credit card. Double kk lol'ed that bar. Probably what Q feels rapping "That Part." Breaking dimensions, and the fourth wall, except your listening to my song. Don't make fun, or you'll be one. I used to be the kid who gave a F-! Now I'm looking back, like shit I used to care. Had another DUI, chronically impaired, tacos. Bitch throws like a drop does. Frog rock, auto pilot, to the top. Then I coast down to the drop. Traded the casino for some day trade stocks. Had to pawn a bass, couldn't save the race, but hey It's ok, I got an 808.

It's so cool cuz she's so down. Girls like this don't come around. The luxury of being seventeen. Through the dark and up at night. She said "I don't want to fight." The liquor certainly grabbed a hold of me. forgot to Now try and catch us on the grind. The rapture left us behind. We picked up sticks and stones to build a home. Fixated eyes can cremate thighs. I think I'm losing my mind. Our lucky reaper learned how to sew. And It's so cool cuz she's so down. Now we're cruising on the town, rubbing all the diamonds into gold. Some trees walk, and rocks move too. The battle's really up to you. Eyes wide open, we must be awake. forgot to Cherish every moment. Every trapping gorging moment. Cherish every moment. Every trapping gorging moment. And some day, I'll be there. Margo Robbie will be there. Cherish every moment. Every trapping gorging moment. Cherish every moment. Every trapping gorging moment. Cherish every moment. Every gorging moment. Cherish every moment. Every gorging moment.

So a couple things, before I start. I've been living in the rain. I've been trying to get home, but all these things just aren't the same. It's a good thing my Manager knows. You see, the thing about the past, is it's a daydream, simply that. Oh wait for luck, and you'll get smacked, or for a fuck, to hear the crack of letting go. Let it go. I robbed the rich and took from the poor, I know.... Usually my answer's green but I don't know. You see, this Guy up in the sky, tells me that I'm doing alright, I know.... But when Beethoven smokes some weed, he doesn't seem to hear a thing. He's always fucking stoned. Did a lot of shit, put corruption into kids, and it took me off the grid, to get cheated and outlived, but It's kinda nice to die, see I found I was alive, and all these fucking kids, think they fucking knowing shit. Well please back up my love, let's go with the above. My one last death wish before I start, listen to this, it'll fuck with your heart. This thing's called a mission, not a bishop. Open your heart, believe through listening. See I've fallen and stood up, lost my ground, then filled my cup. The only way to quit, is to stop, if you got a hole in your heart. Bitch please, please just stop. Now I'm not living in the rain, and you know, things never felt so ok. Just a matter of my will. Handing it off to be fulfilled. I guess next time, I'll hold my breath.

So there I was, lost in my ways, looking for someone to save. Selfishly, I picked me. How could she not be destiny? But weed can mold, and friends just wave. You get rolled, and lose your faith. The dark is cold anyways. The dark is cold anyways. Then, I went to look, and saw a way. A relapse will make sure, she stays the fucking hell away from me. Maybe it'll set me free, but out of context, yeah I'm dumb. Spoiler alert for what's to come. Will our protagonist go numb? or find out he's already won? Till then, I wait in my own way, lost in someone else's change. I know there's hope, I know there's grace, but will they find me, on the way?

Back in 05', I was just living life. Climbing trees without a dime. Watching daddy hit his wife, and thinking it's alright. Never heard of dis weed. Watching people smoking things, thinking they don't have the dream. Hey but back it up fool, cuz I still think I'm cool, watching shaggy and scooby, walk into a haunted school, wondering how they do the do, and be adults to, but shit that was 05'. I was drinking sprite. Speed it up to eight, and now I'm digging my own grave, wondering how the fuck you happy, when you never had a mate. But hey, drinking is the move, so let's do it on cruise, cuz I'm feeling kinda new, with all these other kids too. And now we up to twelve, and I think I been to hell, but me and sis is smoking weed, and it's helping us to dwell, and it's making friends at school, and I'm starting to be cool. I got a girlfriend on the line, but I'm still lying bout my time, like where I be, and what I do, the drugs I take to help me through, but music's still in the back, and sober? Not a chance. Now we up to fifteen, and rehab's such a bitch thing, but here we is, in the house, kissing boys, thinking loud. She brought it in her prison pouch. What the fuck is that about? I hid it in my playdough, and they searched the entire house. I did a bump, and looked up. seventeen and oh fuck, you just did meth off a toilet boy. Used my friend's piss, to pass the counselor's toy. Now we getting kicked out, cuz a kid had a mouth. So here we go to grammy's house. No friends, a new house. You can bet I did pout, but senior year was still loud. Had a band, made some moves. Shit we almost made it to. Met a girl, she was tight. Fell in love, in the night. We was engaged after three weeks. Shit I thought that was the new me, but drinking did kinda consume me, and blacking out, was the new me. So here come the fights, and the sneaky little buys. In Arizona, I'm Noah George Wainwright, and it was all fun and games, till my first OD came, and a fucking 51-50. Scratch it, make it two, and a 52-50. Double the drugs and the drinking. I lost the girl and the fight that night, but looking back, she was still pretty tight. Now we in the eighteen, wondering where my friends be. Wondering how I lost it all, all because of drinking. Because it wasn't drinking, it was more of me, and all the shit that I used, for the blaming, but it took a while, I was doomed in the night. Then God came out, and showed me it's alright. Hey, but back in 05', I was just drinking sprite. Just drinking sprite, cuz it tasted alright, but hey that was my momma, and I think we in a coma, from the shit in our life, that started back in 05'. Thank You Jesus.

How did she know, how to let me go, when I didn't know how, how to run on my own? That's what I used to say, when I thought it was her, and not my selfish mistakes. Eccentric or crazy? And now I'm on my way. No more wasted time in vain. I was waiting for you, but I needed to change. Now I can live without you, so I must be halfway home. How did I not know, that you weren't waiting for me? Sober off certain things, but I still wasn't clean. Now I've lived and learned. Fell for someone knew, but she still wasn't you. Real sobriety showed me the truth. And now I'm on my way. This time, I'm not wasted in vain. I thought it was you, but now I've finally changed, and I've gotten over you, but my heart says your still my halfway. Eccentric or Schizophrenic? I'm finally over those habits. With God, I can live without it, and I learned that I don't need that shit, but I'm not really sure, about you.

Sober now, still getting old. It's narrow, wow! but I'm more bold. Just loosing charm and losing time, so why the fuck you on my mind? and if your still worried for me, just know that you are truly free. Still bitch get out of my dreams. I got shit to do, places to sing about the times we had, and for fuck's sake I can't forget, bout out venture in the sea. Sinking, watching you watching me. But how's the dog and how's your life? You still fucked up with that same guy? I hope for you all the time, that one day day you will see the light. It's not for me, but more for you, your future kids, and family too. Yeah so what I still love you? I know a song won't change my doom, but maybe it'll change your life, and show you how I survived, looking up from down below, when a Guardian saved my soul, cuz sober's got me thinking back, and this time I just can't forget. The sea was cold, but you got to live, and all is fair, I'm glad you did, but maybe one day you'll feel like, your losing all your sense of sight. When money's old, (or) your in a fight, just look up girl cuz there's a light. Sober now, cuz it's the move. And forever now, I'm Sober now. I'm Sober now, even without you.

Open up your mind. It's a matter of time. It's been way too many years, and I've forgotten how to write, without chemicals aligned. Clouding up my mind. Writer's block sucks, but hey, sober over dying. Shit I still look up, and I'm still swearing when I speak, but hey, that's for tomorrow, cuz my God knows where I be. One day at a time, learning how to live this life. Anixety's a bitch, but I'd rather not be high. and Minor Threat's the vibe. I stopped carrying a knife. Shit's for cowards in disguise, and punks don't cry, when they've already died. I used to spit those lies, but I was crying every night. Open up your mind. Your just running with the high. Time will pass you by, and you'll think your doing fine. I opened my mind, and now I'm done committing crimes. Another white kid with a felony, with nothing left to hide, and hey it ain't that cool, but it's just nice I didn't die, except for those two OD's, so shit maybe once or twice, and kid this ain't a prophecy. It's just my fucking life, but shit I wished I listened, back before I did those lines. and punks don't cry, when they've already died. but I was crying every night. I'm finally alive. but it's still a fight, so after school at five, you can catch me fighting my fucked up mind. and punks don't cry, when they've already died. I used to spit those lies, but I was crying every night. I'm finally alive, and Minor Threat's the vibe. I stopped carrying a knife. Shit's for cowards in disguise.

If I die tonight, please tell my mom that I'm sorry, cuz you know, some shit aligned. Hell, I'm feeling kinda groovy. If I die tonight, please don't go and make a movie, last I checked, it's just a life, and the actor couldn't do me. all these thins I used to care, like what you think, and how's my hair, but then one day, I saw the mirror, what I'd become, and all my fear, the things I did that I regret, The peeps I hurt, the man that's dead. I cried with music, then looked up. No one was there except just One. He told me "It's alright son. I know it's hard, but you ain't done. Just keep your head up, look to Me. I'll take you home and set you free." And since that day, all my shit changed. Got sober, not by me, but by His Majesty, and I'm just stoked to say, that I'm alive today. Someone cared for me, even when I couldn't see. So if I die tonight, please tell my mom that I'm sorry, cuz God showed me it's alight, and either way, not to worry. If I die tonight, then in this moment I'm ok, cuz you know, life's kinda tight. I'm glad to be alive today. It's funny how looking back, I was so scared of the pitch black. Now with my new friend, I just laugh, with a big "fuck you" to who's looking back. Drugs helped me run, but not too far, cuz every time I still got bored. Now I'm awake and glad to say, getting bored just ain't a thing. So all you kids, listen here. I'm still crazy, but without fear, and it wasn't me that made the change, but Something that I used to hate. Not knowing the grace in His eyes, or the love He has for you and I. I'm not saying to change your life, but hell, I'm ready to die. Someone cared for me, even when I couldn't see. Even when I hurt all His peeps, and killed the life He gave to me.